Long Lost Look Alike

“She looks just like her,” said John. 

Same hair, same eyes, same smile.

She looks like my girl.

I missed looking at her face, but it gave me comfort.

With her being gone for two years, the person standing before me was refreshing.

It was like having my time machine and getting to see her one last time.

I never knew she had a sister, but we never had enough time together to figure it out.

A sister of hers will always be a sister of mine.

I look at her as my long-lost sister.